Push and pull

A reoccurring dream of another lover,

Of anyone but you.

It’s always the chase,

A high,

To be loved, seduced, wanted

By anyone that can be intimate in a way that you can’t provide.

There must be so much more to life that I’m missing.


I push you away for a reason.

And then there’s the force that pulls us back together,

If only for a moment.

Is that how it’s supposed to be?

Is everything else too superficial to be high all the time?

Are we just two lonely souls that share the same space and time?

◄ Flame

Black hole ►


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